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April 24, 2014
I came to the river and stood by its shore, wanting much to cross to the glory beyond its torrent the realm all my life had dreamed but dared not wade or swim, too deep the current was and fast no man could cross and live a boat was there, old and worn its pilot kindly stern, his blistered hands firm upon the oars, strong like time itself could not weaken his grasp on what he would hold nor years take their toll from him however much they passed him by seeing me standing, frustrated, he began to row but I told him stop I didn’t like his look, I would cross the stream on my own or not at all, to which he merely said that the only way across that river was him, I would not attain glory without I used him and his boat maddening me beyond reason arrogant, judgemental fool, I called him to his face and he softly weeping, let me have my way, left me to prove he was wrong, but couldn’t, no matter how I tried the stream defeated me, washing me up on rocks on muddy shoals, on deserts dry always on the shore I longed so to escape, never once on the side of glory and all that spurred me on was the sight of him and his foolish boat, rock solid in the wild torrent
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I Came to the River and Stood by A poem by Peter Rhebergen Download the book Each New Day a Miracle Bible Studies How to Study the Bible Life is Wonderful Photography Copyright 2024 About me |
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